Monday, August 22, 2011

Because If I Try To Articulate This Myself Right Now, I Would Cry (an excerpt)

An excerpt from a favorite blog on how I'm feeling about Tyler's work schedule.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

SERiously. This is worse than a splinter, a blister, a cavity, or rug burn. This is worse than low fat ice cream, flat soda, mushy sushi, or raw potatoes. This is worse than rotting mice, poop stuck on your shoe, morning breath, or second hand smoke in your face. This is worse than the subway pulling away just as you swipe your metrocard, than opening up your favorite box of cereal to find only crumbs, than pulling the cookies out of the oven to discover they're burnt, or finally finding shoes you like only to learn they don't have them in your size.